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Mr. Cinnamon Bear 


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To T(ead to Her Family 




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Pictures From Life 

By LOUISE BACQUET 


Published by THE F. A. BASSETTE COMPANY 
Springfield, Mass. 


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DOROTHY’S TEA 


T)orothy Vandevare Gives a Tea 

To Introduce 

Mr. CINNAMON BEAR 






















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THE INVITATION 

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L ittle Miss Dorothy Vandevare 
Will be at home if the day is fair, 
And she wishes to have your company 
Precisely at the hour of three. 

Please do her the honor, and prepare 
To meet her friend. 


Mr. Cinnamon Bear. 


I N family council this note was read; 
Old Towser growled and shook his 
head; 

Snowball, the Duchess, fainted away. 
And Jacquelin hadn’t a word to say; 
Mittens looked through the window- 
pane 

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T he invitations were handed out 
To all the children round about, 

To all the animals, great and small. 
And black and white and short and 
tall. 

And many replied in the highest glee 
They surely would go to Dorothy’s 
tea! 



F course some noses were in the air 
And sniffed at the tone of the affair; 
The Dachshund didn’t like the scent, 
But finally swallowed his pride and 
went, 

For the day was fair and no one dare 
Refuse 


Miss Dorothy Vandevare. 

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T hey came in air-ships, in automobiles, 
They came in boats, they came on 
wheels; 

Even the aristocratic set 
Never sent her a single regret. 

The day was fair beyond compare. 
And they all did honor to the 

German Bear. 


A nd what a good time they had every- 
one — 

The capers they cut, the laughter and 
fun; 

They forgot all about their family tree 
And whether of high or low degree. 




T he day was fair, and they all were there, 
And they hugged and kissed 

Mr. Cinnamon Bear. 


T hen they sent three cheers across the 
sea, 

To a little old lady in Germany 
Who started the Bears on their career, 
Who fashioned them first and sent 
them here; 

And three cheers more for their host- 
ess fair — 

For little Miss Dorothy Vandevare. 







THE MASS MEETING 


NOTICE 


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L ittle Miss Jacquelin Vandevare 

Will see you next week, foul or fair, 
At the Red Meeting-House on the 
hill. 

And she wishes you all to keep very 
still, 

And all to take the greatest care 
To say not a word to 

Cinnamon Bear. 















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I N the early morn, ere the clock struck 
lour, 

The Meeting-House was filled to the 
door, 

And everyone was ready to speak 
About that foreign German freak 
Which they pleased to call 

Cinnamon Bear — 
’Twas well for him he wasn’t there. 


J ACQJJELIN stated, in a voice high 
and clear, 

She seemed to have not the slightest 
fear, 

“Since Dorothy gave the Bears a tea 
They are coming in droves across the 
sea. 

I ask you,” she cried, “my neighbor 
and friend. 

Where do you think that this will 
end?” 




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ATILDA JONES was the oldest there, 
And in need of very tender care; 

She took a different view of the case, 
And she walked to the front with a 
stately grace — 

For one of her sawdust feet was gone. 
And a crutch she had to lean upon. 


S HE said, in a calm and quiet way, 

“The Bears will only have their day. 
I know that Dorothy loves me well. 
And my love for her no tongue can 
tell; 

She can do with me as seemeth best. 
But I’m sadly in need of a little rest.” 








OME took Matilda’s view of the case, 
While others turned away their face 
And muttered in an under-breath, 
“We’ll fight those foreigners to the 
death.” 

“Me-ow,” said Mittens, “I’ll speak if 
I may, 

Let us hear if Towser has something 
to say.” 


I GROWLED,” said Towser, “and 
shook my head 

When I heard the invitation read, 

But I see things now in a different 
light — 

No use for us to quarrel and fight; 

We better adjourn this meeting now.” 
And he turned and went out with a 
“ Bow 

wow 


wow! 



HE Duchess was next to take the 
floor. 

“I tell you, I hate the Bears more and 
more. 

I can’t go out with my mistress to play, 
Because those freaks are in my way; 
And I will not stoop to them, not l!” 
And she fairly shrieked 


“Ki hi! 


Ki hi!” 


T his made the excitement fierce and 
intense; 

They all seemed to feel more or less 
offense, 

And all talked at once, as is often the 
case; 

They kept it up at a lively pace. 
Matilda limped out of the fearful din 
Just as the roof of the house fell in! 


A nd like some miracle of yore 

The rest escaped through the cellar 
door! 



I N the Red Meeting-House o’er the 
way 

All is silent and still to-day, 

Save the mice that play on the floor; 
And it must be a year or more 
Since they met together on the hill, 
And the Bears are roaming as they will. 






THE THANKSGIVING 

DINNER 


THE APOLOGY 

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W E, who sign our names, declare 

We apologize to Cinnamon Bear; 
We’re sorry for what we had to say 
In the Meeting-House last week one 
day. 

And we will invite Mr. Bear very soon 
To a Thanksgiving dinner some day at 


noon. 



J ACQJUELIN,” said Dorothy, “sign 
this first; 

The part you took was by far the 
worst.” 


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ATILDA didn’t need a command, 

She wrote her name in a very bold 
hand. 



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E-OW,” said Mittens, “I shouldn’t 
have gone, 

But Jacquelin just pulled me on.” 
“That’s no excuse for you, my dear. 
You should have said No more firm 
and clear.” 



W HEN you’re ready, Miss Vandevare,” 
Said Towser, “I’ll sign my name with 
care.” 



O N Thanksgiving Day, as the clock 
struck one, 

The dinner was very promptly begun; 
No one would be a minute too late. 
And make a dinner party wait. 

They sat down quietly on the chairs. 
And the place of honor was given the 
Bears. 


F or a minute or so all heads were 
bowed, 

Then they began to talk out loud. 
Dorothy gave them good things to eat, 
A little candy, fruit and meat; 

They had milk, and water from the 
lake; 

No tea or coffee to keep them awake. 










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T hey held their forks the proper way, 
And nothing dropped on the floor 
that day. 



They kept their lips closed while they 
ate, 

And they didn’t find fault with things 
on their plate. 


T hey did n’t swallow their food in 
bites, 

And that’s why they all slept good at 
nights. 





T he mice nibbled away at the cheese; 

They said Thank you and If you please. 
They may have asked a question or 
two, 

But waited until the rest were through. 
They ate what was served them, noth- 
ing more — 

1 never saw such manners before. 


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E-OW,” said Mittens, “more, if you 
please,” 

Then quickly she turned away to 
sneeze. 

When in rushed Pigwig through the 
door; 

Thi s caused a laugh and a great 
uproar. 

He was not only late to dinner, you 
see. 

But was dirty as a pig could be. 




D orothy felt so ashamed of him, 

And she tried to quiet the noise and 
din. 



“You’ll find a towel behind the door, 
Now don’t come in that way any more.” 


T hey talked about Jacquelin’s “Com- 
ing-Out Tea,” 

And they all listened attentively 
When Towser said what he thought of 
war; 

He hoped they wouldn’t fight any 
more. 

The Duchess didn’t agree with him 
quite, 

But she listened to him with all her 
might. 



T hen each had a word of thanks and 
praise 

For their many blessings and pros- 
perous days. 


I F it please you all, and my hostess fair, 
1 would like to speak,” said the Ger- 
man Bear. 

“I’m glad the good Queen Isabel 
Sold the jewels she loved so well. 

That sent Columbus across the sea; 
I’m glad that Washington made you 
free.” 


I BEG to announce,” he said with a 
bow, 

“America is my country now; 

My service is here, at her command. 
Though I dearly love my fatherland.” 



N ow that was the first that Cinnamon 
spoke — 

They all could see it wasn’t a joke; 
Even the Duchess bowed to the floor, 
And silence reigned a minute or more, 
Then three cheers for their hostess fair, 
For little Miss Dorothy Vandevare! 





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T he afternoon program was begun 

With music and song and dancing 
and fun. 

The seconds and minutes seemed to 
fly— 

Then they thanked their hostess and 
said “Good-bye.” 

But when they all were ready to go 
The automobiles stood there in a row. 


D orothy knew it would give them 
delipfht 

To behold the autos there in sight. 
They went over mountain, they went 
over mead, 

But kept within the limit of speed. 

For if a land turtle should go past 
They would kill him, if they went too 
fast. 









T hey rode as long as the day was light, 
Then all gave thanks in church that 
night. 



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